A bright red color.
In Wen Nuan's hand was their marriage certificate.
Leng Yan smiled, took the marriage certificate from her hand, his low voice resembling a sigh:
"Afraid you might divorce me, I hold onto them tightly when I sleep at night just to feel a bit more secure. Nuannuan…"
He looked up at her, a blush appeared on his face: "I even thought about…"
"Thought about what?" Wen Nuan raised her eyes, noticing the blush on his face, and smiled gently: "Say it, were you thinking of some scheme?"
But what could it be, she couldn't guess.
"I thought if you insisted on divorcing me, I'd hide the marriage certificate." Leng Yan confessed in one breath, pulling her into his embrace: "You can call me despicable, but, Nuannuan, I just don't want to lose you."
He didn't want a divorce, didn't want to lose her!
"So naïve!"
Wen Nuan lifted her head from his embrace, pinched his face, and pouted: "Even if you hide it, you can still get a replacement, and still…"
